bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- marriage and suicide, all in one... a few months ago, my best-est friend michelle k. called and said she had gotten engaged.i'm happy for her, but i still think she's settling, and i can't shake the nagging feeling that she knows she's setteling, because we've had discussions in the past where she's admitted that she's the type who looks around, plumps a pillow and says, yeah...i guess this is ok....i mean, it's comfortable. where as i'm the type of person who will spend months looking for the right pair of sneakers. the one's i'm wearing may be in tatters and have holes in the soles, but i'm gonna be happy with my purchase, dammit (incidentally.....i got my pink pumas!!!!)i don't doubt that she likes john. i'm sure she likes john. i'm sure john more than likes her. he probably loves her. but the fact that she was pretty seriously involved with john's bet friend for 3+ years in college is i think kinda odd...also, i dated john my freshman year. (and he was sooooooo boring....and a really bad kisser for that matter. sorry, but he was. you needed a squeegee and a bucket coming away from one of his smooches) last night she called to tell me she's set a date (whereas the last time we spoke it was 'why does there have to be a date? i'm content with the way stuff just is'. and i told her that you infact *don't* need a date, thinking that if she doesn't want there to be a date, maybe she doesn't want there to be a wedding....i didn't say that last part to her...) and i'm in the wedding. yay. yay me and our other roommate from college, amy. the one who tried to cut her wrists just because she saw this really scummy boy that she was involved with (ok, try to follow this....scummy boy (JR) ENGAGED to nice meek girl (JY) doinking amy, and maybe C. but amy saw JR converseing (merely talking)with this other hose-beast of a girl and went home and and scratched up her wrists. she didn't do any damage....just threw michelle and i into fits right before finals....and then proceeded to wear a band-aid on her wrist until april. (the whole hoopla went down the 2nd. week of december...) did she need the band-aid? nope. she need (needs) counseling and better taste in guys. i'm sorry to make light of a potentially serious situation, but it was all sooooo trite and well...dumb. so anyway. yeah. i'm in a wedding. great. maybe i'll bring my friend todd with me... 5:04 p.m. - 2001-08-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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